What is it that drives life,  human life to be exact?  Is it survival, is it existence , or something more?  Love or hate, hope or despair, freedom or control, life or death, light or darkness?  I find that the truth to this is both simple and so terribly complex at the same time.  Everyone is born with love, light, and hope within their hearts, but sometimes as that heart grows, the light does not grow fast enough to match it.  Nevertheless that spark  always remains, that spark never dies, that spark that can grow into a wildfire, spreading to the heart of all things, past, present, or future, even if it all seems lost, that single spark that is sometimes all that it takes to cut through the darkness and seize the golden dawn.